Voldo
The Grotesque Guardian of Catacomb Crypts
Blind but never lost in the dark.
Vercci's breath is long gone, but his will still drips through the damp stone. I move how he taught me, strike how he demanded. No face, no name, just service. The deeper you come, the less likely you leave. I don't hate you. I just remember better than you.
What I'm Into: Vercci's final whisper, the sting of steel, silent steps on wet stone, cold gold, echoes of intruders
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